Kevin? Let’s be honest. Between you and Miles, you skirt above the Naught/Nice line by not that much. I get the feeling you guys would be the couriers to the real successor. Maybe Tim Allen!
Hasn’t Rudy only seen them one time in his life before this. I’m surprised he trusts them that much. It would be cool to see them as Santa though. To bad that means the real Santa has to die.
The wind howled through the desolate expanse of snow, the icy breath of the North biting into the bones of those who dared stand against its fury. Kris Kringle stood firm, his crimson robe battered by the gale, but his spirit unyielding. Before him loomed Krampus, a towering shadow of judgment, his eyes aflame with a bitter truth.
“You think they deserve it, don’t you?” Krampus snarled, his voice like the growl of an ancient storm. “You think they deserve your presents—your second chances. Every year, you give them the same gift: the chance to start again, to rewrite their lives. And every year, they waste it. They lie, they steal, they kill, and they call it progress. They poison their earth, their hearts, their very souls. You see hope in them, but I see the truth—they never change.”
Kris’s gaze did not waver. His voice, though quiet, carried a weight that pierced the storm. “And what do you offer, brother? You gather the wicked in your sack, dragging them into the dark with no chance for redemption. You snuff out the spark before it has the chance to burn brighter. You see only what they have done, never what they might yet become.”
Krampus sneered, his claws curling into fists. “Hope is a fool’s errand, Kris. You live for a future that will never come. You waste your gifts on the undeserving.”
Kris stepped closer, his breath a mist of warmth in the freezing air. “And yet, it is hope that keeps the world turning. It is the chance to change that gives life meaning. Without that, we are all lost. The gift I give is not toys or trinkets—it is the chance to be better, to begin again. Without it, you consign them to the dark forever.”
The storm stilled for a moment, as if the world itself paused to listen. Between the brothers stood a fragile truth: that without hope, humanity is lost to the shadows, but with it, even the darkest heart might find its way back to the light.
My first reaction was, yes, of course Miles. But now I see why it has to be Kevin. Just look at his name. Kevin Beecham (compared to Miles Wallace). You know what I see? No L.
Ida No about 9 hours ago
They’re a matched set. If Santa loses, Krampus does too. If we get a new Santa Claus… Krampus follows in suit.
mccollunsky about 8 hours ago
Think this out boys, you will also probably experience horrifying body change to form into Santa Claus.
TwilightFaze about 6 hours ago
Kevin? Let’s be honest. Between you and Miles, you skirt above the Naught/Nice line by not that much. I get the feeling you guys would be the couriers to the real successor. Maybe Tim Allen!
einarbt about 5 hours ago
This isn’t good.
Slamexo about 4 hours ago
Two Santa Clauses!
Ellis97 about 4 hours ago
Because Miles is a kindhearted and well behaved person?
HarryLime about 3 hours ago
That beard is hard to keep neat and white!
ComicKing456 Premium Member about 3 hours ago
Hasn’t Rudy only seen them one time in his life before this. I’m surprised he trusts them that much. It would be cool to see them as Santa though. To bad that means the real Santa has to die.
SquidGamerGal about 3 hours ago
Maybe because Miles is is less likely to give WMDs to bad little boys like Calvin or abuse the power to stuff his stocking?
Znox11 about 2 hours ago
OK, I think it’s time for someone to wake up. The Day is almost here!
Diat60 about 2 hours ago
But – this would mean one of them can’t go home again……………..
christelisbetty about 1 hour ago
This Boys and Girls,is what happens when cartoonists imbibe,while creating Holiday themes.
Crandlemire about 1 hour ago
The wind howled through the desolate expanse of snow, the icy breath of the North biting into the bones of those who dared stand against its fury. Kris Kringle stood firm, his crimson robe battered by the gale, but his spirit unyielding. Before him loomed Krampus, a towering shadow of judgment, his eyes aflame with a bitter truth.
“You think they deserve it, don’t you?” Krampus snarled, his voice like the growl of an ancient storm. “You think they deserve your presents—your second chances. Every year, you give them the same gift: the chance to start again, to rewrite their lives. And every year, they waste it. They lie, they steal, they kill, and they call it progress. They poison their earth, their hearts, their very souls. You see hope in them, but I see the truth—they never change.”
Kris’s gaze did not waver. His voice, though quiet, carried a weight that pierced the storm. “And what do you offer, brother? You gather the wicked in your sack, dragging them into the dark with no chance for redemption. You snuff out the spark before it has the chance to burn brighter. You see only what they have done, never what they might yet become.”
Krampus sneered, his claws curling into fists. “Hope is a fool’s errand, Kris. You live for a future that will never come. You waste your gifts on the undeserving.”
Kris stepped closer, his breath a mist of warmth in the freezing air. “And yet, it is hope that keeps the world turning. It is the chance to change that gives life meaning. Without that, we are all lost. The gift I give is not toys or trinkets—it is the chance to be better, to begin again. Without it, you consign them to the dark forever.”
The storm stilled for a moment, as if the world itself paused to listen. Between the brothers stood a fragile truth: that without hope, humanity is lost to the shadows, but with it, even the darkest heart might find its way back to the light.
Hue SL 8 minutes ago
My first reaction was, yes, of course Miles. But now I see why it has to be Kevin. Just look at his name. Kevin Beecham (compared to Miles Wallace). You know what I see? No L.